Everything is foggy and blurry. It is probably from the tears in my eyes, or the pounding in my head. Unfortunately, it means I can barely see anything. I'm not sure where I am, or how I got here. I'm not really sure of anything.
Except the colour red.
I'm not the smartest person in the world, but it's a shade of red that no one could mistake.
The colour of blood.
It was everywhere, and with that amount, it couldn't mean anything good.
And it definitely didn't match their outfits.
Okay...this is extremely short, but I swear the chapters will be much longer in the future. If you happen to read any of my other stories, then you'll probably have a pretty good idea of chapter length. Also, for people who do read my other stories, I know I should be working on them, and I am, but I've been in a deep funk that has literally taken me months to get out of. This is my attempt to get out of it, so be patient with me, and I hope everyone enjoys this once it gets going.
Trust me as well when I say that this fic will definitely earn its M rating, even if it doesn't now.
Also, the first reviewer to figure out who is speaking right now gets a sneak preview of what's to come. Hint: It's probably not who you'd first expect.